When I’m not at work it feels like I am killing time. Killing time until I am released, free from house arrest. Normally I’d be keeping myself happily amused with: reading, writing and candle making.
I even relieved some massive jars for the latter activity today:
A medium-sized jar (left) and a MASSIVE jar (right).
But I just can’t seem to motivate myself to be creative. I can’t even motivate myself to entertain myself. I just want to sleep.
Maybe it’s because the weather is good and I usually see people and do things when the weather’s good. I wonder if I’d lack motivation if it were the middle of winter?
Who knows. I’m working all over the long Bank Holiday, so at least boredom won’t set in.
